a shy homunculus

Foamscaped

Small sharply defined puffs—
No heat, no air compressors,
Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—
Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,
Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd.

“In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!”

— Allen Ginsberg / “A Supermarket in California”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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